The Dead Girl Lyrics - Singles - Ryan Matthew

The dead girl mopes through a dead scene 

With a cross-stitched lip she's picking at the seam 

She's got bravado she says she's been 

Featured in a few magazines 

Now outside the bar Hank is straddling a police car 

His fingers are purple and numb from circling a crow bar 

Well twenty-four years have made it clear that things ain't ever what they 

appear 

He says 

I won't be going easily 

No I won't be going lightly 

And I won't be going peacefully 

No I won't be going innocently 

A sweet drink spiked with a speedball 

A twenty-foot ladder and a ninety-foot wall 

Dark shadows are gathering and swaggering down the hall 

And I know 

I won't be going easily 

No I won't be going lightly 

And I won't be going peacefully 

No I won't be going innocently 

I won't be going easily 

No I won't be going lightly 

And I won't be going peacefully 

No I won't be going cleanly